After the delicate and soft-spoken wife gave up, the aloof and powerful minister embraced her and sh

This wasn't the first time Shen Fuhan had said this.

Almost instantly, Wen Jiayue remembered the second half of his sentence—"I can help you."

His low, seductive voice made her face burn.

The aloof and ascetic Lord Shen during the day transforms into a completely different person at night, leaving her utterly defenseless.

But Wen Jiayue was determined to break free from his restraints.

"My lord, you should go to sleep."

Shen Fuhan asked, "Are you sure you don't need my help?"

In the dim light, his clear expression made her seem less innocent.

Wen Jiayue bit her lip and slowly explained, "This stuff... the more you suck, the more you produce. If you want to wean completely, you naturally have to endure the pain."

Today, Nurse Zheng secretly told her that if the pain was unbearable, she could actually suck out some of it.

However, she didn't want Shen Fuhan to repeat what happened last time, and just thinking about it made her feel embarrassed and awkward.

Moreover, she was somewhat afraid that he wouldn't be able to control himself.

She has been out of confinement for a month now, and her complexion is rosy; her body has recovered much better than it did in her previous life.

She believed that Shen Fuhan was a gentleman and would not force her, but he was also a man.

She dared not gamble on the inherent flaws of men.

Thinking of this, Wen Jiayue regretted not letting him sleep in the study, otherwise this whole thing wouldn't have happened tonight.

Shen Fuhan suddenly asked, "How long will it take?"

Wen Jiayue thought for a moment before realizing what he was asking.

"I asked the wet nurse, and she said it would take three or four days to completely..."

As she spoke, her chest started to hurt again, even more than before.

Wen Jiayue frowned and curled up, drenched in cold sweat.

Shen Fuhan stared at her for a while, then suddenly threw off the covers and squeezed next to her.

Since giving birth to Zhaozhao, Wen Jiayue has placed two quilts on the bed.

They each slept separately, without disturbing each other.

Seeing his intention, Wen Jiayue wanted to stop him, but Shen Fuhan said coldly, "I have read medical books."

One sentence completely drained Wen Jiayue's strength, so why did he still pretend to ask her why?

Shen Fuhan lifted her clothes, revealing large expanses of her fair skin bathed in moonlight, shimmering with a pearly luster.

Wen Jiayue closed her eyes, trying to convince herself that it was Zhaozhao nursing and that she was feeding her daughter.

But the large, hot hand on her waist couldn't be ignored; the burning, wet touch made her heart race.

The more you try to cover it up, the more unbearable it becomes.

The other side started to get wet. Wen Jiayue didn't want to soil the bed, sobbing as she cupped his face and asked him to switch sides.

His cheek brushed against the red beads, and Wen Jiayue let out a soft moan, unable to control herself any longer.

Shen Fuhan's hand suddenly tightened, and he hesitated for a moment before continuing.

Wen Jiayue was too ashamed to face anyone and pushed him away while sobbing.

But she was limp and powerless all over, and instead seemed to be acting coquettishly. He easily grabbed her wrist and lifted it above his head.

After a moment, Shen Fuhan emerged.

If you ignore the moisture and milky scent on his cheeks, he is still Lord Shen, who remains calm even if Mount Tai collapses before him.

Wen Jiayue kept her eyes tightly closed, not daring to look at him even once more.

She had never been so humiliated in both of her lives. Not knowing what to do, she decided to play dead.

Shen Fuhan said calmly, "I'm going to wash my face."

A rustling sound rang out, and then the bed was empty.

Wen Jiayue quietly opened one eye and saw him walking towards the washroom. She quickly touched the blanket; it was warm and dry.

She wanted to die even more, because it was all over Shen Fuhan's face!

Before long, footsteps approached from afar, and Wen Jiayue quickly closed her eyes.

Shen Fuhan stood by the bed and did not come up.

As Wen Jiayue was wondering, she heard him ask, "Do you... want to wipe it off?"

She opened her eyes, and Shen Fuhan was holding a handkerchief in his hand, which she could reach out and touch.

With a slight glance, Wen Jiayue noticed the water stains on his face, slightly glistening and shimmering faintly in the moonlight.

The thought of the scene just now being exactly the same as this one made her feel embarrassed, and she hurriedly shook her head.

"No, no need."

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then asked, "Don't you find it sticky?"

Wen Jiayue took a deep breath. How could he ask that question so calmly?

She had no choice but to take it, wiped it haphazardly a few times with her back to him, and immediately stood up: "I'll put it back."

Shen Fuhan stopped her, saying calmly, "I'll go."

He accepted it calmly and quickly walked away.

Wen Jiayue huddled under the covers, praying that she could fall asleep quickly.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Even after Shen Fuhan lay down, she remained clear-headed.

After a moment of tense concentration, seeing that he didn't say anything more, Wen Jiayue quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

But tomorrow is a day off, how should she face him?

After thinking silently for a long time, Wen Jiayue finally felt sleepy, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

The moonlight faded, and the sun shone on the golden mountains.

Wen Jiayue slowly woke up, but Shen Fuhan was nowhere to be seen beside her.

Having avoided the awkwardness of their eyes meeting upon waking, she breathed a sigh of relief and summoned Ruyi.

Ruyi walked in with light steps and reported, "Madam, the Marquis asked me to tell you that he has gone to the Princess's residence."

Wen Jiayue paused as she stood up, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

That's good, it saves her from getting flustered again.

It's best to constantly remind her that she shouldn't develop feelings for him anymore.

She suppressed her complicated emotions and said softly, "Let the wet nurse come over. I want to see Zhaozhao."

The wet nurse, Zheng, quickly came in carrying the child and answered her questions before she could even ask.

"Madam, Miss nursed five times last night and cried twice. She woke up at 3:45 a.m.

Wen Jiayue nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."

She reached out her hand, and the wet nurse immediately placed the child in her arms.

Looking at her daughter's sleeping face, Wen Jiayue felt a surge of contentment.

Just after breakfast, Zhao, the old lady's maid, arrived.

Wen Jiayue went to greet her personally: "Grandmother, is there anything you need?"

Granny Zhao smiled and said, "The old lady wants to ask if the madam is feeling much better?"

“No,” Wen Jiayue said sincerely, “I feel uncomfortable all over and I was just about to ask the royal physician to take a look.”

Upon hearing this, Granny Zhao's smile froze. How was she supposed to respond?

She forced herself to offer a few words of comfort before revealing her true intentions.

"The old lady wants to hold a flower-viewing banquet in the mansion. As the mistress of the Marquis's mansion, you need to take good care of this matter."

Wen Jiayue immediately thought of what Cai'er had said last time—it was called a flower appreciation banquet, but in reality, it was a concubine-taking ceremony.

She couldn't be bothered with this mess and declined, saying, "I can't do it. I'm too weak and need to take good care of myself."

When she refused, Granny Zhao was stunned. Was this really the same gentle and docile lady of the Marquis's mansion?

Just as she was about to offer further advice, Wen Jiayue suggested, "Why don't you go to Third Sister, Granny? She'll definitely be happy to take on this matter."

Continuing the Shen family line is of paramount importance, and Shen Funian will certainly handle it perfectly.